Lyrics

If ain't about getting money I don't hear it.
I breathe and eat money, it's my spirit.
I'm addicted.
There is no restriction.
I got a prediction, I am gifted.
This bitch face is twisted, it needs shifting.
I am the real miss.
If a bitch got a problem come and fix it.
All you bitches take a sit.
You know what aim on me.
This is my block I am not a gang member
but I make the shots.
I don’t give a squat, you all are thots, fuck you, Scott.
Why bitches are so dark? Are you a goth?
Then I remembered that I had forgotten it was okay to be odd.
It's okay to be different, better than being the same.
It's better than being lame.
Yes, I am joining the hate train. I am the train.
I have no shame.
I like flame, I like pain, and no I am not fucking insane.
It's just my brain, it's hard to explain.
Let’s start to refrain from being hateful.
To being grateful.
Let's not get twisted.
Give me a minute, let me get situated,
now who wanna get humiliated?
My mouth is automated, it is complicated to understand.
I take a stand, I make commands.
Like it’s my land and y’all the ants.
Just chant my name.
Bitches better stay in their lane.
Get in my lane, I wanna see.
Trust me, ask Brie if she was a pick me.
I knock some sense into her turning her to debris.
We all can agree to disagree but we can guarantee I am the big three. I, myself, and me.
Back to me.
Back to me.
I’m the queen.
Yeah, misses mean.
Y'all bitches are feins.
Nasty things.
These bitches think they bothering me.
No, they idolize me.
I can't stand wannabe.
Lack of intelligence, it is evident never experience excellence.
Excuse my arrogance, It’s my inheritance, what did you expect I’m American.
I had a cousin, he was hideous, but tedious, making kids into killers. Now they sinner, when they die they gonna be underneath us.
Let discuss.
What's stopping y’all from being great?
That is a question for my classmate.
Cause I don’t relate.
They were probably dropped as babies, which is clearly displayed.
Bitches were played.
That end, friend.